His Chains My Wings Novel by Vivian Ronald _ Novel





His Chains My Wings Chapter 01

“Let Micaela take my place as Wesley’s fiancée,” Alivia Seddon said calmly on the phone, standing by the window.
Her mother, Lorraine Seddon, replied, her voice full of haughty disdain, “Would’ve saved us all the trouble if you’d just agreed earlier! There’s only a month left before the wedding, and I have to fix everything. From the day you were born, you’ve been more of a handful than Micky.”
“You’re right.” Alivia’s lips curled into a faint, sarcastic smile. “I should have married the widower from the next village, just as you wanted, and you’d have received that 500 dollars he promised.”
Lorraine’s face flushed instantly. “It didn’t happen in the end, did it?” she snapped. “Don’t be so petty!”
“Once Micky marries into the Pridmore family, you’ll benefit, too.”
“Don’t bother,” Alivia said, her gaze clear and sharp. “Just give me Grandma’s old jewelry box. I don’t want anything else.”
“That’s it?” Lorraine was stunned but also relieved. “Fine, come get it.
“Wesley has adored you for years. Yet he can’t even compare to a box of junk. He probably never saw that coming.”
Alivia hung up. Her face went blank.
Her phone screen showed today’s date: October 20th.
In her previous life, on this very day, she hurried out, slipped on some oil that had mysteriously appeared on the stairs, and fell straight from the second floor.
Her right leg was fractured, and her career was ruined for good.
Back then, she was one award away from becoming the youngest figure skating Grand Slam champion in history.
Falling from a genius to a cripple, she’d been so devastated she’d decided to leave. But the second before she boarded the plane, she somehow passed out.
When she woke up, she was in a villa with a pure gold chain around her ankle.
As she panicked, Wesley stepped in, knelt on one knee, and quietly sprayed pain relief on her leg.
“Wez, this chain…” she said, confused.
After a long silence, Wesley finally spoke, “Don’t leave me.”
She couldn’t see his face, but the tears soaking into the carpet stunned her.
Overwhelmed with guilt, she initiated a kiss. The chain on her ankle jiggled slightly.
Perhaps her attempt to leave had scared Wesley. For the next six months, he kept her locked in that room.
She had fine clothes and good food, but her freedom was stripped away entirely.
It was only after she became pregnant that the chain was removed, and she could finally move freely within the villa.
She mistook this for Wesley’s love and accepted it willingly.
But one day, she saw Wesley and Micaela standing on the highest podium, holding the pairs figure skating trophy that should have been hers.
Baffled, she went through his computer for the first time and found his chat history with Micaela.
“Ali is the Grand Slam champion you personally trained, but you destroyed her for my sake. You sure you won’t regret it?”
“You wanted a chance in the spotlight, didn’t you? So here it is.”
“But… what if Ali kicks up a fuss when she finds out?”
“I make her who she is today. Without me, she’s nothing. Now, she can only rely on me.”
The cold words made Alivia’s blood run cold, a chill shooting down her spine.
Every cherished moment they shared now felt twisted with irony and betrayal, leaving her almost unsteady.
Alivia had always known Micaela had feelings for Wesley. She’d felt jealous sometimes, but Wesley never paid Micaela any attention, so Alivia felt secure.
But it turned out he had loved Micaela all along, even sacrificing her for Micaela’s sake.
Before Alivia could confront Wesley, a sudden wildfire consumed everything.
Fortunately, she was reborn—back to the moment just before the tragedy struck.
“What are you looking at? I called you several times.”
Wesley’s voice sounded. He wrapped his arms around her waist.
Alivia stiffened for a second. Fighting back the fear rising inside her, she pointed at the date on her phone and spoke nostalgically, “Wez, do you remember this date?
“Ten years ago, on this very day, you took me out of that small backwater village and completely changed my life.”
A flicker of surprise passed through Wesley’s eyes. He tightened his arm, his voice tinged with lingering fear.
“Of course, I do. I can’t imagine what would have happened if I’d been just a minute later…”
Alivia pressed her face against his chest. The heartbeat that once soothed her now offered nothing at all. She said softly, “It’s all in the past now.”
She looked up and smiled, “Besides, the final competition is coming up soon. Once I become a Grand Slam champion, we’ll get married. I feel like the happiest person in the world.”
Wesley froze. Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. “It’s probably about training later. I’ll take this outside.”
Alivia smiled. “Okay, go ahead.”
The door clicked shut. The warmth vanished from Alivia’s eyes. She saw the number—it belonged to Micaela.
She just couldn’t figure out when exactly Wesley and Micaela had hooked up together.
She remembered her first meeting with Wesley. She was ten years old.
Back then, to buy Micaela the dress she liked, Lorraine sold Alivia for 500 dollars to a sixty-year-old widower in the next village without hesitation.
That night, wearing an ill-fitting coat and ludicrously applied lipstick, she was pinned to the bed by the drunken man.
Wesley suddenly burst in and rescued her. Impressed by her skating talent, he paid 80,000 dollars and took her away.
Even when Lorraine pushed Micaela—sweet and coy—toward him, he coldly turned away.
At first, Alivia hadn’t felt any romantic feelings for Wesley.
But he gradually won her heart with his kind, loving gestures.
He prepared breakfast for her every morning before her early training sessions.
When she lost a competition and was criticized by the media, he quietly suppressed all the negative news.
He threw her first birthday party when she’d forgotten the date herself, making up for all her past regrets.
He guided her to the international stage and made her famous in the skating world.
But after winning her heart, he shattered it himself. He even ruined the skating career she held dear, all for Micaela.
Alivia forced all her churning emotions deep down and opened the door.
Wesley stood downstairs. Hearing the door open, he looked up at her.
Sunlight poured through the glass window, spilling across the wooden staircase.
One of the steps gleamed with an unnatural, oily sheen.
Alivia’s gaze lingered on the oily spot for a moment before she gave Wesley a soft smile.
The next second, without any hesitation, she stepped precisely onto it.
“Ali!”
A sudden sense of weightlessness hit. She tripped and spun. The dull thuds of her body hitting the stairs mingled with Wesley’s panicked cries.
Before darkness consumed her, she saw him rush over, his face contorted with fear.
It felt good to choose her own path at last—even if that path led to her own ruin.
The pain was brutal, but if that was the price of breaking free from him, it was worth it.
***
The smell of disinfectant filled Alivia’s nose.
She opened her eyes. A dull ache throbbed in her right leg.
“Ali, you’re awake!” Micaela sat beside her, eyes red-rimmed. “You scared the hell out of me! How could you be so careless…”
Wesley stood by the window, his brow furrowed.
Alivia spoke weakly, “Wez, my leg…”
Wesley pressed his lips together. “It’s a hairline fracture with ligament damage. It needs a long recovery. I’m afraid you won’t be able to keep competing.”
Relief washed over Alivia; the injury wasn’t as bad as it might have been, exactly as she had intended.
She managed a bitter yet resolute smile.
“It’s okay. Micky’s been training constantly. This is a rare opportunity. Let Micky take my place.”
The room fell silent instantly.
Micaela’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Wesley stared intently at Alivia, his voice cold. “You’re giving up just like that?”
“What else can I do?”
Alivia met his gaze, her voice sounding helpless. “I’m in this state now. The pairs skating spot shouldn’t go to waste. Micky has the skill, and I trust her.”
Wesley looked even more upset. After a while, he left the room without another word.
“Ali, you…” Micaela started.
“I’m fine,” Alivia said, hiding the coldness in her eyes. “Wez seems upset. Could you go check on him for me?”
Micaela hesitated, then hurried out.
Alivia was left alone in the room. She leaned back against the headboard.
He was angry. Why?
Wasn’t this what he wanted?
To have her step aside for him and Micaela, to let Micaela take the spot that should have been hers?
He’d orchestrated it in her previous life. This time, she offered it willingly. He should be satisfied.
Alivia raised her hand, her fingertips brushing against the bandages wrapped around her right leg. A dull pain pulsed through her, yet it was nothing compared to the agony of losing everything from that fall in her previous life.

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